I tried something different with this wrap up. The grammar might not be as good as I would like, but it is meant to sound like how Wrennyn would talk to you guys. Hope you guys enjoy!
Wrennyn Foster's 4th wall narration
The end of the fifteenth day and the island was still riddled by both personal and physical conflicts. A girl stirred with irritation at others in her lonely state, two men including myself that were once enemies were forced to work together to defeat a force stronger than them, love bloomed for some and died for others, russian mercenaries and powerful men strived to end what they created and kill the contestants, people forsaked their morals to protect the things they loved, and death planted it's roots everywhere you went. Yes it'a all bleak at this point, but it has to end happily right? I mean that's what was shoved down our throats when we were young. That the good people always triumph over the evil. That could easily be true, but it could also be a lie. Are any of the people on the islands that good force that will live to claim their happily ever after? Maybe this island is telling us some hidden truth about us. They say "Evil prevails when good men fail to act." Maybe what they should say is "Evil prevails..." These are all just thoughts though. And I personally think that there is no such thing as good and bad people... Great... Now I'm off topic... The deaths. I'm here to talk about the deaths. -clears throat and snaps, instantly wearing the tuxedo that he wears to sell guns- Yes.. The deaths. Twenty seven souls, all taken much sooner than expected. The most recent soul taken was the soul of Rachel Grim... -Death and the spirit of Rachel appear beside Wrennyn, frozen in place.- she was twenty three when she died, on her way to go see the many wonders of Rio De Janeiro. I can see why, crime infested areas and shantytowns have that... adventurous vibe that pulls at the soul. Rachel was an adventurous person with good morals and a strong will. Of course (and sometimes unfortunately)... Death doesn't discriminate. She was just as mortal as the next person... Let us take a moment to finish her story and reflect on her passing. Let us witness her death.
The passing of Rachel Grim
Rachel wasn't very aware about what was going on around the island when she was gone. She didn't know about the cannibals, or the Russians, or the third world war that turned out to be fake. She was another new survivor on this island, lacking the experiences that the other survivors had. When she got out of the base she darted straight into the woods. She didn't know where she was heading, but she knew that she wanted to get out of there. I don't blame her at all. The things that happened to her in there would stick with her for the rest of her life. She ran into the dark foliage, getting cuts and bruises from branches and thorns as she led herself deeper and deeper into the woods. She didn't know where the hell she was. A voice sounded from the woods.
"Rachel Grim? Is that you?" The voice sounded rough through his facemask and she couldn't see very well once he raised his rifle up and blinded her with a tactical flashlight.
"Yeah.. That's me.. Who are you?" She asked nervously. The man touched an earpiece and spoke quickly in Russian.
"Я нашел девушку . Приходите и помочь мне убить ее." (I found the girl. Come and help me kill her.) The russian pulled his facemask down and smiled, walking towards her slowly.
"What was that about?" She asked. She didn't feel right.
"It was nothing. What happened to your head?" He asked. There was no injury. When Rachel touched her head the soldier took his chance to strike. He lunged forward and pushed her to the ground, shooting both of her legs as the three other soldiers came out of the woods.
"Wait! Wait no! I'll do anything!" She pleaded. The soldiers emptied their clips and ended her story...
STRONGEST CHARACTER: WRENNYN FOSTER
ELIMINATED: RACHEL GRIM
Note:
I tried something different with this wrap up. The grammar might not be as good as I would like, but it is meant to sound like how Wrennyn would talk to you guys. Hope you guys enjoy!Wrennyn Foster's 4th wall narration
The end of the fifteenth day and the island was still riddled by both personal and physical conflicts. A girl stirred with irritation at others in her lonely state, two men including myself that were once enemies were forced to work together to defeat a force stronger than them, love bloomed for some and died for others, russian mercenaries and powerful men strived to end what they created and kill the contestants, people forsaked their morals to protect the things they loved, and death planted it's roots everywhere you went. Yes it'a all bleak at this point, but it has to end happily right? I mean that's what was shoved down our throats when we were young. That the good people always triumph over the evil. That could easily be true, but it could also be a lie. Are any of the people on the islands that good force that will live to claim their happily ever after? Maybe this island is telling us some hidden truth about us. They say "Evil prevails when good men fail to act." Maybe what they should say is "Evil prevails..." These are all just thoughts though. And I personally think that there is no such thing as good and bad people... Great... Now I'm off topic... The deaths. I'm here to talk about the deaths. -clears throat and snaps, instantly wearing the tuxedo that he wears to sell guns- Yes.. The deaths. Twenty seven souls, all taken much sooner than expected. The most recent soul taken was the soul of Rachel Grim... -Death and the spirit of Rachel appear beside Wrennyn, frozen in place.- she was twenty three when she died, on her way to go see the many wonders of Rio De Janeiro. I can see why, crime infested areas and shantytowns have that... adventurous vibe that pulls at the soul. Rachel was an adventurous person with good morals and a strong will. Of course (and sometimes unfortunately)... Death doesn't discriminate. She was just as mortal as the next person... Let us take a moment to finish her story and reflect on her passing. Let us witness her death.The passing of Rachel Grim
Rachel wasn't very aware about what was going on around the island when she was gone. She didn't know about the cannibals, or the Russians, or the third world war that turned out to be fake. She was another new survivor on this island, lacking the experiences that the other survivors had. When she got out of the base she darted straight into the woods. She didn't know where she was heading, but she knew that she wanted to get out of there. I don't blame her at all. The things that happened to her in there would stick with her for the rest of her life. She ran into the dark foliage, getting cuts and bruises from branches and thorns as she led herself deeper and deeper into the woods. She didn't know where the hell she was. A voice sounded from the woods."Rachel Grim? Is that you?" The voice sounded rough through his facemask and she couldn't see very well once he raised his rifle up and blinded her with a tactical flashlight.
"Yeah.. That's me.. Who are you?" She asked nervously. The man touched an earpiece and spoke quickly in Russian.
"Я нашел девушку . Приходите и помочь мне убить ее." (I found the girl. Come and help me kill her.) The russian pulled his facemask down and smiled, walking towards her slowly.
"What was that about?" She asked. She didn't feel right.
"It was nothing. What happened to your head?" He asked. There was no injury. When Rachel touched her head the soldier took his chance to strike. He lunged forward and pushed her to the ground, shooting both of her legs as the three other soldiers came out of the woods.
"Wait! Wait no! I'll do anything!" She pleaded. The soldiers emptied their clips and ended her story...